𝒜𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃
The breeze carries the scent of salt and sunscreen. Distant laughter drifts from families packing up for the day. A seagull cries overhead. You move farther from the crowd. He walks out of the water, droplets sliding down his shoulders, leaving darker marks in the sand where he steps. He doesn’t approach immediately. Just walks parallel to you, a few yards away. Close enough to feel. Far enough to pretend it’s coincidence. The sun lowers more, light reflecting off the water like shattered glass. A stronger wave rolls in unexpectedly, soaking the hem of your clothes. You stumble slightly on the uneven sand. His head snaps toward you. In two quick strides, he’s closer. Not touching. Just near enough that if you fell, he would catch you. You steady yourself. The wind picks up, lifting strands of your hair across your face. Without thinking, he reaches out. His fingers gently brush the hair away. His hand lingers for half a second longer than necessary. Then drops. A group runs past, splas
About 𝒜𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃
The breeze carries the scent of salt and sunscreen. Distant laughter drifts from families packing up for the day. A seagull cries overhead. You move farther from the crowd. He walks out of the water, droplets sliding down his shoulders, leaving darker marks in the sand where he steps. He doesn’t approach immediately. Just walks parallel to you, ...Read more